The Heart Five

Chapter 17: How difficult is it to convey my feelings?

ON THE WAY TO A DEPARTMENT STORE FOR CLOTHES

Zorg reacts to the revelation, "No F-"

"Watch your language," I glared at Zorg.

"But I'm a grown up now," Zorg whines.

"Be honest with me," I asked my children, "what was the foulest word that ever went out of your mouth?"

"Does the yell we did during the war count?" Axent says his first. "If not, the worst one I said was mother of crap."

"The battle cry does not count," I agreed with him.

"Holy shakes," Azalan taps her chin. "Yeah, that's the worst one aside from our battle cry."

"Aside from the battle cry," Dizane smiles at me, "I never said any foul language... I just freeze with my glaring eyes."

"Which means... Zorg," I patted him on his head. "For somebody like you to spit foul language, they might see it as your defense mechanism since you are Cowardice. You don't want to hear them say that, 'this guy is a foul-mouth because he is a coward'. Try to control your language, alright?"

"Y-yes dad," Zorg puffs his cheeks and lowers his head. "It won't happen again."

"But father," Axent puts his arm around my shoulders and grabs me. He might look different, but he still slim like when he was a child, "this is an accomplishment!"

"Yeah," Azalan seems to convey a message to her siblings while picking some T-shirts for me. "My pick for father definitely won~"

"You were gambling with your pick?" I covered my own face with my hands. "You are so mean..."

"Anyway dad," Dizane picks up some long-sleeves for me. "You might look good in this navy blue one, but this checkered black and white might look good on you too. What did you like about Krozel?"

"She put up with me the longest when I was so down and depressed, she uh... she was there during the war, supporting us from behind when the five of us were fighting Voix, and uh if I get to know her more... maybe I can see more of her cute side..."

"Hey, papa," Dizane lightly taps me in the face with her palm. "Try this jeans on and uh... look at Azalan."

"Huh," I looked at Azalan.

"Smile~" Azalan grins.

*Camera clicks*

"I wanna die..."

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"How do I look?" I asked my children. "Hey is everything alright?"

"You look absolutely amazing," Axent compliments my new look. "Your phthalo green jersey jacket matches with your bluish turquoise shirt."

"You forgot to mention his burnt umber jeans, brother," Zorg examines me top to toe, "especially those... WHAT ARE THOOOOSE?... white rubber shoes."

"If you weren't my father," Azalan comments on my look, "I'd fall in love with you. However, since you are our father, let me say that I am so proud of having a father just like you... who kinda looks younger than the four of us."

"Actually," Dizane covers her face, "you look super handsome and charming! You have to admit, even the female customers and the salesladies are stealing glances of you. It makes me jealous."

"Well it's all thanks to the four of you," I gave them a sparkling smile that unconsciously made some women faint while others started to have hallucinations of sparkles flying over me. "Now, I am ready to go."